He didn't want to sneak and sneak in and give invitations openly, so he had to go through Ye Chen's difficulties anyway, so he simply handed the invitation post to Ye Chen and asked Ye Chen to deliver the invitation post to her.
Thinking of this, Feng Feili folded the paper tightly, and then went out and looked around in the corridor for a week. There was indeed no one except Ye Chen in the kitchen. This was a good opportunity. The opportunity must not be missed. No more. , so he hurried downstairs.
Ye Chen in the kitchen met Feng Feili as soon as he left the door. He couldn't guess what the other party was about, and his sword eyebrows frowned unconsciously.
"Your Excellency, please give this to... Han Yue." Feng Feili calmed down on his face, but his heart was tinkering. Her followers were not ordinary people, taciturn, never negotiated with others, and were likely to refuse.
Ye Chen's eyes sank, hesitated for a while, and slowly took it. The paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in his hand, and he could hardly hold it.
"I'm sorry, you." Feng Feili was secretly surprised and had already taken a successful step.
"No need to worry." Ye Chen said calmly. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the west. His steps were so light that there was no sound of footsteps, but every step was extremely heavy.
Feng Feili was overjoyed. It was the end of time, so he quickly walked out and went to Houshanzhu Forest to wait.
After walking a few steps, his heart sank. What if she didn't accept the invitation, or didn't want to go, or didn't have time? Her heart was twisted and she could only pray that the contents of the letter could impress her.
...
The cool breeze passed through the window and gently blew into the room, raising the light curtain.
Ye Chen was outside the veil curtain, and he had not taken a step forward for a long time, looking at the floating veil curtain with a sad expression. Maybe she was resting inside, maybe she already knew he was here.
"What's the matter?" A very light voice came from behind the screen, with a little lazy sound, and she had just woken up.
"Master, Feng Feili asked me to pass on the letter... to you." Ye Chen hesitated for a moment before saying, he didn't know if it was a letter, a poem or something.
"Hmm?" Xiumei raised her eyebrows slightly, she was a little surprised, then chuckled, slowly got up, put on her clothes.
It took a long time for her to come out leisurely, and the gauze curtain rose up, reflecting her figure, with her lavender garment and loose ink hair.
Two years have passed, and the scars on her left face are still there, and they still cannot destroy her momentum and style.
Ye Chen held a folded piece of paper in his palm, and he didn't hold it because it was too heavy.
Qiong Ying casually took the letter from his hand and opened it. The elegant and neat fonts, the brush and ink were light and heavy, and there was an indescribable beauty.
The cold moon. The mountains are full of forests, but the bamboo forest is full of green. I often stroll in the mountains, enjoying myself by the flute. Today, the weather is beautiful, the autumn air is clear and the air is cool, and my heart is broad. When I think of a trip to the mountains, I suddenly think One person and one shadow are monotonous. I recalled the terrifying glance late at night, but I didn’t see the real person. I felt regretful. Today I invite my old friend again to enjoy the scenery in the bamboo forest at the end of the day. I waited for the good news. Feng Feili.
The content is not long, I can finish it by just a glance.
“What time is it now?”
"It's the last time." Ye Chen's heart sank and he replied in a low voice.
Qiongying looked out the window, then walked to the window, and a small bunch of flames formed into his fingertips, igniting the paper.
A gentle gust of wind, the paper burned out, turned into dust and drifted away.
The purple robe horn raised slightly, and she went into the inner room. A breeze blew by and disappeared behind the screen.
Ye Chen whispered out of the room, and a thin piece of letter was enough to make him feel confused.